I haven't touched the piano since Senza Voce, and even if I did, it was always practicing for someone else. Finally, tonight I decided that I would run to the fellowship hall to go through a couple of pieces. Practice was okay. I got a little irritated, which actually means I'm trying hard... right???!?? You know those times, you practice, and your fingers are not coordinated. They just won't listen to what the brain asks them to do. Probably I have a short-wired circuit some where. Man, this proves how out of touch I am from the pieces. I think I've retired too long from the piano. Since I have no urgent obligations to any educational requisites, I am hoping to dedicate more time to banging away. Wish me with lots of luck! :D
I spend the whole day in academia. This is where I let loose a little.